Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1961 Morohei

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Everywhere, wizards were slaughtering sandworms. Compared to the worlds conquered by the wizards, the Sandstorm World, although it had some advanced sandworm life forms, consisted of ordinary juvenile sandworms, adult sandworms, and mature sandworms, who were nothing more than a group of wild beasts, standing at the top of the food chain in this world, obeying their instincts and devoid of any intelligence.

Thus, they were powerless to resist the systematic crushing slaughter of the wizard legion.

It wasn't just the direct assault from the wizard legions; as the Cosmic Drought Ancestor gradually withdrew from this world, the world's water intake decreased, resulting in longer and longer rainy seasons. In some dry seasons that should have been completely dry, a sudden downpour would occasionally fall, restoring some life to the earth but also causing immeasurable damage to the sandworms, resulting in the death of a large number of young sandworms.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Dozens of fighter jets flew rapidly overhead. At the same time, accompanied by a rumbling hum in the air, a ball of fire slid a long tail of flame across the blue sky and yellow sand, which was the friction between the wizard's shield and the surrounding air during the rapid descent.

boom!

Gravel shot into the sky, and shockwaves followed, spreading outwards in all directions.

Inside the crater, which was over twenty meters in diameter, the sand around the edge was melted into a glass-like gel by the high temperature. The wizard's shield pushed away the heat wave, and the handsome wizard with long golden hair, leaning on his emerald green vine magic staff, slowly floated up.

Chirp chirp chirp!

A squirrel emerged from the wizard's wide sleeves. The shifty-eyed creature sniffed the air and then croaked in a voice like a duck, "Hehehe, my dear young master, we've finally escaped the family and gained our freedom!"

A smile played on the wizard's lips. His demeanor was exceptionally elegant. After glancing at the endless yellow sand around him, he said in a low voice, "By secretly joining the Demon Hunter Wizard Expeditionary Legion, I must prove to my family that although I am the young master Moro Hei of the Purple Gold Fragrance family, I am by no means a good-for-nothing who only inherits the family fortune! No matter the cost, I must earn a medal of honor in this world!"

As he spoke, a spatial fluctuation flashed in front of Morohei, and a square box appeared, covered with a talisman densely covered with wizarding runes, making it incredibly mysterious.

With a hiss, the talisman was removed, and when the box was opened, it turned out to be a scarecrow!

Morohei silently chanted a witchcraft incantation, obscure and mysterious. At the same time, a drop of blood dripped from his fingertip, landing precisely on the scarecrow's forehead. The scarecrow seemed to come alive, jumping out of the box and burrowing into the sand dune. Then, as if it were invisible, it vanished without a trace.

hum...

The wizard's incantation grew louder and louder, and with the high-frequency vibration of the surrounding sand dunes, a huge hand several meters long slammed down, and a giant sand monster, seemingly integrated with the desert, slowly emerged from its upper body.

Seeing this, the wizard calmly took out a second box from his robes and continued chanting the spell.

"Hehehe, we were so farsighted to bring over a dozen different kinds of strange grass dolls adapted to the rules of different worlds. This time, forget about first and second-level honor medals, getting a third-level honor medal shouldn't be a problem, right?"

half a month later.

Along the way, they killed many sandworms, but these contributions could only be recorded through the Wizard's Shield and exchanged for some Wizard Coins as a reward. As one of the heirs of the Purple Gold Fragrance family, Moro Black had no shortage of Wizard Coins.

"Wow, there's a small city up ahead!"

With the commotion that Morohei deliberately caused as he traveled through the desert, he was attacked by sandworms almost every few hourglasses. With the help of five Ghost Grass Dolls, the Desert Beast Puppets, Morohei easily killed a large number of sandworms, but he did not achieve his goal of obtaining the Medal of Honor on this trip.

"Go take a look. This place is already saline-alkali land. The accumulated moisture is enough for vegetation to survive. There is no threat of sandworms. Indigenous creatures thrive here. Sometimes, watching these leisurely indigenous people can be quite enjoyable."

Moro muttered to himself, while the squirrel on his shoulder nodded as if it understood, saying, "Ah, yes, how could those natives understand you, young master? You were born with wealth hundreds of lifetimes ahead of ordinary wizards. The key is that you are so talented and hardworking. It's truly hopeless to take you as a role model."

Judging from the way these two soulmates act, they've completely become self-satisfied.

Step by step, he walked on the hard, alkaline ground, watching the desolate desert around him gradually being replaced by patches of sea buckthorn and thorny grass, and the indigenous farmers working in the fields. The primitive and backward natural landscape unfolded before his eyes. Molohei seemed to be admiring a painting, and slowly said, "Sometimes, I really envy them, their carefree happiness."

"Yes, yes, how horrified they would be if they saw the splendor and magnificence of the wizarding world one day? These backward primitive demi-humans are happy to live in ignorance. At least with their short lives, they don't have to experience the cruelty of the endless world, nor do they have to compete with each other. They only need to survive."

This squirrel has a shameless, sycophantic look to it.

"Unlike you, young master, you're under so much pressure. If you can't become a Medal of Honor Demon Hunter this time, you'll have to go back and prepare to inherit the Purple Gold Fragrance family, control the trade routes of thousands of worlds, and go from being a legendary genius that others can only look up to to the head of the Purple Gold Fragrance family, someone you might only be able to catch up to in a few hundred lifetimes. Sigh..."

Although Morohei appeared indifferent to worldly desires, he thoroughly enjoyed the squirrel's words.

The farmers and children around also noticed the wizard who came from the desert. However, in recent years, especially after the wizard started sweeping away the sandworms in the nearby desert, people have seen more wizards.

Knowing that wizards are a more exalted existence than royalty, they have all changed from being indifferent to being timid and hesitant.

Green, carrying a hoe, walked over shakily. Although he pretended to be frightened, he secretly glanced at the third-level wizard a few more times.

Morohei sized up Green for a moment, seemingly showing some interest in this primitive creature who had taken the initiative to approach him. He calmly communicated with him through willpower and asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Green thought for a moment, then stammered in the wizarding language, "The savior of the wizarding world is our god."

"Oh? They even know a bit of wizarding language. It seems the native subhumans of this world aren't too unintelligent."

As he spoke, Morohei casually tossed a magic essence to Green, then walked towards the oasis without looking back, saying indifferently, "You've really hit the jackpot by running into me this time. Take this and pass it down as your family heirloom."

Green was speechless, holding the witch spirit given to him by Morohei with embarrassment.

However, it can also be seen from another perspective that, compared to the ancient times when Grimm participated in the Demon Hunting Expedition, the attitude of the new era wizards towards native creatures has changed considerably. Violence has been greatly reduced, and the image of conquerors and invaders has been downplayed.

Wizards of the new era believe that the wizarding world is the center of the endless world and the master of future destiny!

(End of this chapter)